As a Scripty, in my stress dreams, I'm always late to set without having looked over the scenes we're shooting today, which, of course, ALWAYS have their continuity previously established. So pretty much exactly like yours: UNPREPARED for the task at hand (with the added bonus of running late). I only EVER have this dream on Day One of shooting, after a longish hiatus of any work at all. I know it's the stress of wanting to KEEP the job I'm about to do (since I know that I can DO it and the only reason to fire me is if I'm running late or lost or unprepared).
Funny how we all have these, and how similar they are, no matter what industry we work in or what our stressors are.

Last night, while I slept, I found myself standing on the set of Next Generation. I was in my red ensign's uniform, and LeVar was in Geordi's gold engineering uniform. We were in Geordi's quarters, and the entire crew was waiting to roll the cameras on an important scene. But I had no idea why I...

your Reddit Secret Santa is the shit. But just so you know, YOU made me Furiously Happy today when you acknowledged me so graciously at the bank today. I'm not a stalker, and I never would have EXPECTED my heart to pound like it did when I saw you, so I'm just so GRATEFUL that you are everything you seem (from your blogs and vlogs and writings and whatnot) and NOT A DICK. Albeit, you must be REALLY shy in non-performer situations, like the line at the bank. I apologize if I freaked you out it any way.
I was a fan before; now I'm truly Crusher'd. :)

Last year (also known as two weeks ago) I participated in the Reddit Gifts Secret Santa exchange. My giftee is a Batman fan, so I gave him a copy of Gotham Central, autographed by my friend Ed brubaker, who wrote it. I also gave him a copy of DC Universe Online, because it's really fun to preten...

I made a stupid cellphone video that was actually a live stream tour on my Ustream channel of my messy office. Then I read a short story. Yaaaaay! The stream was broken once when Paul called me (way to steal focus, Paul!), so there are two videos: If you watched it (live or recorded, pleas...

2 1/2 suggestions re: cat shit near beer:
1. put cat food and water in kitchen or dining area
2. put litter box in spare bathroom
2 1/2. toilet-train the cats
--it's easy, with the right kit and plenty of household patience, but they have to be used to "going" in the bathroom first
now, re: the videos themselves: great! watched them here, on your blog, and the most pressing issue that was brought to my mind was: why are my husband and I not friends with you and Anne? we're local, he's just as much a geek as you, what with the comix and the games and the shows, and I could totally use some help with my RB drum training... but I digress. Do you have any advice for me to get him to follow you like I do? 'cuz I think he thinks I just have a CRUSH on you...
Ennyhoo, I enjoy everything you do, Wil, including these videos. Thanks for allowing me into your office. blush

I made a stupid cellphone video that was actually a live stream tour on my Ustream channel of my messy office. Then I read a short story. Yaaaaay! The stream was broken once when Paul called me (way to steal focus, Paul!), so there are two videos: If you watched it (live or recorded, pleas...

Two suggestions re: cat shit near beer (sorry, I can't help you with Paul interruptions):
1. put cat food and water in the kitchen or dining area
2. put litter box in spare bathroom
2a> toilet-train the cats (it's not that hard, with the right kit and household patience).
I realize that's actually 2 1/2 suggestions, but having toilet-trained my cats, I know that you can't do it until they're used to "going" in the bathroom anyway.
Now, regarding the rest of the video(s) - watched them later, here, on your blog, and I can't understand why my husband, who is just as much a geek as you are, isn't a FOLLOWER of you! We could totally be friends with you in the real world; we live in LA, he reads the comix and plays the games and watches the shows, and I could really use some instruction in my drumming technique, 'cuz that shit's getting HARD, and of course, I digress. How do I persuade my husband that you are one of the coolest geeks on the planet and I don't just have a CRUSH on you?
Very much enjoyed both videos, Wil. I'm a big fan of all of your work. *blush*

I made a stupid cellphone video that was actually a live stream tour on my Ustream channel of my messy office. Then I read a short story. Yaaaaay! The stream was broken once when Paul called me (way to steal focus, Paul!), so there are two videos: If you watched it (live or recorded, pleas...

Well. All of this PR-nightmare-bullshit is now* my primary reason, as a person who can put words together into sensible sentences and possible paragraphs, for NOT having a blog. So glad you and her dark army were there to storm the castle, as it were, and send that douchebag asshat a clear message that his services are NO LONGER REQUIRED.
* my former primary reason was simple laziness.

A lot of you know that I absolutely love Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess. I love her so much, I gave her a picture of me collating paper to send to PR idiots who spam her with stupid product pitches. Jenny makes me furiously happy, so when I read on her blog last night that a PR douchebag called her...

Happy Birthday, Wil! Finally got around to watching you out-perform your co-stars in "Stand By Me" and was struck by the ironic foreshadowing of reality in some of the dialogue (RP saying "he won't live past 20" and YOU saying "but I don't WANNA be a writer!")... Hard to believe you're almost in MY age group (always think of you as young Wesley, until I see you on Eureka or anywhere else). Live it up!

During w00tstock last week, I mentioned that I was turning 38 this week. After the show, Anne told me that I was, in fact, turning 39. In the few seconds that it took me to do some math, I lost a year of my life. Apparently, this is the sort of thing that happens when you get to be my age, which...

Great story, Wil. The last time I participated in an illegal neighborhood fireworks show, I spent so much time lighting the damn things, I missed the show. Never again.
I'm neither a long-time nor recent reader; I fall somewhere in the middle of that spectrum, but this will be my first post as you ASKED us to leave a comment. As a fan of STTNG, when I read your blog, I can absolutely hear your voice speaking the words. Lovely, just lovely... even when you cuss up a blue streak (like in the purr of the jaguar post), I just get a kick out of hearing you speak inside my head.
Six fucking o fucking clock in the fucking morning. (It's just not the same in my voice, and "fuck" is one of my favorite words; ah, well.)

I've written hundreds of thousands of words over the years, but this remains one of my all-time favorites, so I like to revisit it every year. It was originally written and published on July 5, 2002, which usually feels like years and days ago all at once, but this year actually feels like a lif...